The Luna in Me
“You want these off, too?”
“Yes, please, Master,” I stopped trying to hide the desperation in my voice.
“Okay, I’ll remove them in a moment,” he said, kneeling in front of me, eye to eye again. “First though, I asked you a question earlier and you answered wrong. So I’m giving you a second chance. Who are you?”
I stared back at him, the heavy weight of acceptance weighing in the pit of my stomach. “I am your Athena. Your slave. You own me. You are my Master.”
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